Subconscious Pilsen Relics, Pt. 2 [CODENAME_AIRPLANE MODE]

I don't wanna miss this drive

I feel like I'm driving through last year

Look, I've already hit something

Woke up and found myself hunting for a warm place like neighborhood cats

(I don't wanna be here)

(I don't wanna see you)

All of a sudden, I felt there was more closure

There is nothing that isn't handed to myself from my own grip

Woke up and found cancer inside

Crawled out of my own organs

For a warm blanket again

Warming up the cancer

Bleed it out like money

Bleed it out like money

Bleed it out like money